It started with a shriek, one I recognized intimately.
"BANSHEE INBOUND! GET THE SPANKER!" I barked. While most of the squad ducked and hid, the squads missle launcher got on one knee and looked in the sky. I looked, along with the squad, searching, when a missile streaked upwards. The missile quickly disappeared, but she heard a distant boom. I only hope that the flyer bit it.
"And so it begins..." I heard a trooper mutter.
And begin it did. It started small, a few grunts here and there, coming from the sides. That changed quick when vehicles came pouring towards them. Choppers.
"LIGHT EM THE FUCK UP! LOAD UP THE SPANKER!" I roared, getting behind the HMG. I started firing at the left most chopper, and soon enough, 6th squads HMG started up a second later.
The scorpion started shooting with its turreted HMG and its coaxe HMG, giving us a veritable killing field. The only problem being that the fuckers kept coming.
The tank fired its main gun, vaporizing the lead most chopper, but another took its place. The missile launchers started firing, reaching out and blowing the front end off each vehicle they hit.
The choppers started shooting, spikes of whatever they used as ammo audibly pinging off the scorpion, and sending up dust from when it hit the infantry cover.
In her hud, a squadmembers vitals spiked for a second, before going erratic. She had seen it before, and knew what it ment, but called for the medic anyways. "MEDIC, RIGHT!" She said, pinging where he needed to go.
She kept up the fire, when she noticed, just barely, behind the choppers, were brute infantry. She first notified their position, then called platoon.
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"THIS IS NIVKA, 5TH! ENEMY VEHICLES AND FOOTMOBILES BEHIND! BRUTE SHOCK TROOPS IMMINENT! NEED ASSISTANCE!" She yelled. She didn't wait to hear the reply, and just kept shooting.
The HMG's were working, picking off choppers. The rockets were doing more, and the tank kept up a steady ROF. The problem was, the choppers were getting closer and more accurate. Another trooper got hit, and the medic took off again, his previous patient dead.
They whittled the choppers down, but they weren't the real threat, she knew. The brutes were rushing them now, some coming out of the side streets, some running right at them.
She grabbed a fresh box, loaded it, and opened up again in a practiced movement. She was aiming for the ones closest to them. The squad was firing bursts, and when they came close enough, each trooper pulled a grenade and lobbed it.
She got down, along with the rest of her squad, as asynchronous booms went off. When the last grenade popped off, she rose, and started the machine gun up again, firing into the dust and smoke.
The first brute rushed her through the smoke, firing with its gun as bullets whizzed past it, or just bounced. She backed up a step drawing her shotgun. She fired in a practiced cadence. BOOM, rack, BOOM.
Her first shot slammed into its chest, leaving a large hole in the plate. Her second pulped its head, and it stumbled and fell.
More came upon them, running and shooting. She tracked each target, aimed, fired. The process continued until she got struck I the shoulder pad and stumbled. Then a brute was on her.
It rushed in, swinging its melee weapon/gun hybrid at her in a vicious chop. She jumped back, dropping her empty shotgun, and going for her pistol and combat knife.
Before it could give cleaving her in 2 another go, she plugged 3 shots into its chest, 2 pinging off, and one hitting the shoulder. It roared, and raised the gun.
She jumped to the side, and rolled. She emptied the mag of her pistol, finally hitting the head. It stumbled, and began twitching. She reloaded, shot it in the head again, and looked at her position. A few brutes were in with them, and it was getting messy.
As she watched, a trooper got her chest filled with spikes, before someone shot a underbarrel launcher at its head, removing it entirely.
She rushed back to her shotgun and started reloading while moving. Their position was in chaos. She took the opportunity to shoot a brute in the back until it fell.
Her first warning came as a sharp whoosh of air. She dove into a roll and turned. A brute with a giand fuckoff hammer stood, the bladed end having barely missed her.
She began to panic, reloading while backpedaling. The brute stepped forward and raised the hammer high. She raised her gun. She fired as the hammer swung down.
She could feel herself flying, then jerking suddenly. She couldn't feel anything bellow the waist, she realized. She looked down.
One leg, the metal one, she dimly realized, was mangled beond belief. Her other was gone. She slowly fell into unconsciousness as her leg started flowing. She started crying as she fell into unconsciousness.
